The N... - Nas

It’s the late night greasy spoon patron, poolhall making

Big bets, midsection got the 8 in

Dior Christian pimping, got that penal system diction

Riffing, you don’t want it you snitching

Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR

Try to kill me I’m the leader, that’s coup d’etat

Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black, bitches want my chipped tooth back

Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked

Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip from the paparazzi

Still playing numbers you can’t stop me

Still wearing bundles and spark weed

If I ever say 'Queens get 'em', you know they got me

Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef

So lead by example or get trampled

Since Hip Hop is Dead, this is the N

Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again

Don’t hate me now, congratulate me now

I’m still getting it and don’t even love the doe

Don’t hate me now, congratulate me now

I’m still ripping, and I don’t even love the hoes

Still getting it and don’t even love the doe

Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo'

Stay splifted cause you know that I love the dro

The style is taboo, the chain’s offensive

Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage

The two Tec Don in Yukon’s and Benzes

Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants

The Apprentice but not Trump, I’m the nigga with Glocks and pumps

That you don’t see much, sucker free from chumps

Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em

He’s got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son

Don’t make me have you running from a hundred guns

Don’t make me grab your only son, I’m coming from

A place Tanqueray and weed’s the only escape

From phonies who hate when you rolling with papes

That’s why the god party with juicy models

They mob me, the gnarly, Charlie Luciano — hardly

Have to tell y’all, I kill y’all for spitting songs that involve me nigga

Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga

Yo this is Nas, Queens own

Hip Hop Is Dead so put this shit in your vein

Queens Own

Queens Own